#AmericanWriters
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
It’s night
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…